My ascent began through quiet, rain-soaked birch woods, where golden leaves were strewn all over the ground. I was alone in the wet woods as I focused on climbing higher, walking quickly to warm myself – and for the shear fun of exertion. I climbed through thick fog, feeling myself enveloped in mist, and then, just as I cleared treeline, I rose though the fog, too.
First, if you’ll humor me a bit, I’d love to share my latest felt “painting”: In celebration of the wonderful time I had on the Camino Aragones, I needlefelted one of my favorite photographs from that section of my walk across Spain. I’d taken the photo midway through the Aragones, as I
As things are wont to do when you’re in your 20s and a year has passed since you’ve written, so much has changed since my last post. After being forced off the PCT because of Lyme, I returned home to help my mother with her new business, eventually recovered, visited